slid the girl into the seat on the far side, leaning her head against
the window. After Kevin clicked the girls seat belt in, he climbed
into the drivers seat. Ben, once again, slid into the backseat. They
drove for a good twenty minutes on the salted roads, the salt
crackling under the tires.Why
didnt we call the hospital? asked Gwen, suddenly dumbfounded.
Why didnt we? Ben
thought silently, a puzzled look sliding over his face.It
didnt seem like a good idea, for some reason. answered Kevin,
his eyes never leaving the road. It hadnt
seemed like a good idea. It had seemed out of the question to them,
and it still did. That really confused them. Normally they would have
called an ambulance, but something told them not to.Ben
glanced at the girl, and she seemed unmoved by the bumps in the road.
Her hair hadnt even moved out of place. It was like she was
statically charged, stuck to her center, unable to break the pull of
noticed that she was, well, not normal? asked Ben from the back
seat, taking his eyes off the girl and looking at Gwen.What
was your first clue? asked Kevin sarcastically. Glancing back at
Ben, then at the road again.No,
I mean really different, like, I dont know, Ben began to fish
in his mind for the words.Abnormal.